In Corsica, the engines blew,
Your favorite writer died
In a car, in a crash,
Died in a fire, imagine that!

In a car, in a crash,
Died in a fire, imagine that!
Engine, engineer.

The fire blew the balls main out,
It was likened to a whistle spout,
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride,
Your favorite writer died.

Engine, Engineer,
Peaceful, pioneers who hold me.

In Corsica, the engines blew,
Your favorite writer died
In a car, in a crash,
Died in a fire, imagine that!

Engine, engineer,
Peaceful pioneers who hold me,
Well there I'm one stop short of leaving here.
Engine, engineer,
Peaceful pioneers who hold me.


Lyrics submitted by driver08uk

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